“I don’t pay you to stand around and gossip about my personal business!”
Both of the girls jump.
“Cormac—”
“You’re both fired, so get the hell out!” He glares at the girls until they get the hint and scramble out of the kitchen, the pair of them looking on the verge of tears.
I stare at him in disbelief. “Was that really necessary?”
Only then does Cormac look at me, but his deep brown eyes are completely void of warmth.
For a second, I stare at him, feeling like I did when I first walked into his office atSullivan Investmentsall those weeks ago.
This version of Cormac was easier to hate back then. But now I know the person beneath this armor, all I feel is a gut-wrenching ache.
“They were just worried about Scout?—”
His eyes flash with rage. “Actions have consequences, Fiona. You of all people should know that.”
I gape at him as he storms out of the kitchen without another word because apparently, that’s what we do now. We hurl insults and then give each other the silent treatment.
I wish I didn’t care, but in reality, it’s killing me.
“Can’t you just rip into me too?” I yell after him.
Though the second the words leave my mouth, I regret them.
Cormac’s footsteps halt, and the next second, he’s storming back into the kitchen with a face like thunder. He doesn’t stop until he’s a foot away from me, his eyes trained on my face as he towers over me.
I can practically see his body shaking from anger.
I guess people aren’t joking when they say be careful what you wish for.
He growls, “what did you just say?”
I force myself not to cower under the weight of his stare.
Even when we first met and couldn’t stand one another, he never looked at me likethis.
I fight the urge to reach out and touch him. “Can we please just talk?”
“Quite frankly, Fiona, your feelings are not high on my priority list right now.”
“And I’m not asking for them to be.” I’m growing tired of him jumping to conclusions every time I open my mouth. “I just don’t want to be iced out. Hey?—!”
Cormac grabs me by the arm, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave a bruise. “Come with me.”
I struggle to keep up with his long strides. “Not like I have much of a choice. Cormac, you’re hurting me!”
But Cormac acts like he doesn’t hear me. If anything, I swear he tightens his grip as he starts dragging me up the stairs like a ragdoll.
I try to pull myself free. “You’re acting crazy, you know that? Where are you taking me?”
“To your room.”
“My room?”
He says nothing until we reach the door. “You’ll stay in here until I find Scout.”
